Terreson Called Grouch; not yet banned

In the comments for a post called Intimate in Place, by Eileen Myles.  All Gary B. Fitzgerald comments folded by “thumbs down” votes.

Thomas Brady, Alan Cordle, Christopher Woodman, Desmond Sword all remain banned from the Poetry Foundation blog, Harriet.

2 Comments

  1. thomasbrady said,

    September 17, 2009 at 8:38 pm

    Here’s why Harriet banned Brady, Swords, and Woodman.

    To produce wonderful threads like this:

    Eileen Myles, no longer inspired by the fires of provocation, produces a mindless, self-indulgent post.

    No discussion follows–simply carping and ‘taking sides’ on whether the post is mindless and self-indulgent, or not, with some comments folded by negative votes.

    Bravo, Harriet!

  2. cowpattyhammer said,

    September 19, 2009 at 8:24 am

    Not our Terreson a grouch, surely not? Not the pee-in-the-pool-of-on-line-poetry guy? Surely not that one!

    Apparently a urologist tried to tell him he was the pee himself right at the beginning, but he negotiated that safely by showing that it was the urologist who didn’t know urine when he saw it.

    In post #1427 on Clattery Machinery Terreson just wrote:

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    So Clattery, old bean, posts 1419 and 1421 remind me of a story I still find amusing. I think I’ve told it before but maybe it bears repeating.

    You remember how the fur started flying soon after you put up my essay. Well, there was this one guy, a TCP mod. I sort of knew, who one day emailed me. Because of the essay he expressed grave concern for my sanity. He ended his letter by assuring me he was qualified in talking about things such as mental health, being, as he was, an MD. I can’t remember how but subsequently I learned the gentleman was a retired urologist. Guess you could call him a pee expert who could read the water (swirls? smells? specific gravity?) and diagnose mental illness.
    Comment by Terreson — September 18, 2009 @ 11:04 pm

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    So not to worry, Harriet management, any irritability on Terreson’s part is not for real. He has also just made it very clear that he doesn’t like the people you dislike any more than you do, so that’s a relief. The one thing that might worry you is that he admits he has a soft spot for the baroque extravagances of Desmond Swords, can you imagine? But he’s o.k. for the most part. He won’t write much himself, or mess with your new, free-flowing, rejuvenated engine.